so seth rogen, gods gift to stoner culture.


so , let's take a stroll through your career sir rogen. i did know you got your start in Freaks And Geeks, notable show, loved it from the start, granted, did get stoked when you started appearing in movies and i recognized you from this old fav of a show. went on to think your main costar Linda Cardellini was such an uber babe, and has done nothing but progressed in the field of babeliness throughout her career, grandmas boy? maxim? yowza.

blonde ! you minx !

you though, were neither notable, nor underappreciated playing a lackluster stoner accomplis. donnie darko and dawsons creek? REALLY. how bizarre how bizarre. hell, i can't even recall you in anchorman. knocked up, fine. superbad, hilarious. step brothers? revived my love for will ferrell once more, but really a weak cameo.

pineapple express. wow, youre really diverse and not trying to corner yourself into a sterotype at all. im guilty of having a few cheap laughs, but honestly, once it got past halfway of the movie after that drug dealer talks of the probability of his cat going to cat-hell, i lose interest and usually fall asleep without remorse. i got tricked into zack and miri make a porno, admittedly i liked it. it was a sneaky romantic comedy about nerd-idiot acheives babely idiot girl. cute. lets all fall into that cookiecutter.

fuck me raw in a storage room.

i was actually hoping for something more offensive from all the controversy that such a title had riled up.

the reason this blog was on the tip of my tongue was from a movie preview for Observe and Report that was played prior to the watchmen.

really?

you'd actually want to combine that clusterfuck of generic stupid stoner based movies into one? why not really huh? i mean, i hate stoner culture more than anyone, so its quite the ironic incident having my birthday fall on the glorious birth-of-christ-equivalent to stoners on 420.

so, seth rogen, i hope you roast within the depths of cat hell , in which vivid incarnations within my mind includes a never ending suply of fresh steamy-in-cold weather cat turds not fully covered in odour masking clay pellets. enjoy.

i think this is one of the funniest pictures i've ever seen online, ever. he's from toronto, so im sure he'll manuver his e-self over here eventually. i hope.

hey, you're offensively into ferrets and weed in a manner that's altogether too close for comfort. sup guy?

i hate pot culture so much. pot? fine. friends that smoke pot? fine. friends that own a drug rug? well, kinda iffy territory. friends that have pot computer desktops, bong centerpieces, pot related internet layouts/skins/cursors, pot leaf magnets, magazines focused on pot, and that find this girl hot?

not friends.



i'm dreading further image searching this because there is no way i could possibly fathom the reasoning behind any of it at all. seeing stonerculture unravel in front of my eyes is the worst dead-sober trip i'll ever have. when a drug gives you a bad trip, it leaves you hesitant to give it another try, if something during a perfectly normal day happens that makes me toapprehensive,
i kill myself.

after all my pot head and hippy stoner roomates i've had in a small lifetime, i'm entirely surprised im still alive.

being too immersed into stonerculture, is like the epicentre of retards. have you any idea the sheer irritation faced with having your birthday on april twentieth, and half the happy birthday wishes received being followed by "wahooooaaa four twenty !!!!"

on girls gone weed, you dont even choose what kinda hawties you're checking out but what 'dem hawties r smokin'. whether bong hits, joints & blunts, clouding around, or glass pipes be your slut's activity of choice. AWESOME !

i guess if you can't beat em, you might as well join em,

takin hauls in their own stewed self made bong water in the tub.